Jennita’s pov
The doorknob around my trembling fist was the only weight capable of holding me up on my two shaky legs as I glared hard at the man, a nonchalant, dark expression on his face as he wiped his soiled fingers with a paper towel.
The same ones that had been buried deep inside of me just a few minutes ago.
I opened my mouth to speak, but a throbbing lingering pain between my legs, a reminder of what had just ensued between us, caused a shudder to leave through them instead, and I quickly closed my eyes, reeling in anger.
I had let him touch me, and I had enjoyed it. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to close the distance between us right then and have him f**k me senseless. f*****g, stupid mate bond. f*****g stupid jerk. I hated Antonio as much as I hated myself righ
